They say that in the final 30 seconds of your life, you see either the best moments, or the entire thing flash before your eyes. I couldn't really differentiate between the two; Thirty. One of the most memorable performances of my life, the day you caught my eye from amongst the crowd. Twenty-seven. That day my friends and I hung out at the pool and laughed so much that I nearly died. Twenty-three. When we were at your place and I cut and colored my hair, all in your bathroom sink. Fifteen. All of us, sleep deprives, but lazily singing and dancing on the pavement nonetheless because school was out. Eleven. My hands hold yours. Your lips hold mine. Six. The final sunset I'd ever witness. Three. Your eyes. Zero.
I've been watching the clock daydreaming of us holding each other, the sun in our eyes and the bright blue skies, the smell of the grass and the white noise of chatter, the wind sending us cold kisses on our cheeks and whirling your chestnut brown hair, the way your lips curl with your charming smile and the way your eyes sparkle melts my soul, I've craved feeling your skin against mine, your touch that sends me to the highest of places as our fingers interlace gently, your lips pressed to mine as I can feel how much we've missed each other, passionate yet tender and every nerve in my body sends into this rush of longing for you and here, all I want is to stay in your arms a little longer, stare into each other's eyes a little longer, I want us to just stay at this moment for a little longer but for now, you're alive but only in my mind missing you extra hard every single time waiting till I see you again counting down the seconds till I can.
lockdown thoughts got me missing and craving for intimate moments and I've been imagining when I'm finally in your arms again
My stomach churns as I get ready to fly away. Adrenaline rises as I hear a voice say...5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Then my rocket blasts off toward the milky way. Before I know it, 2 days have gone by. And as I look out the window, I can't help but cry. Because floating in the moonlight, even though I'm all alone in a sea of stars, it really hits home how small and connected we really are.
i’m a year to twenty. soon to be twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty four, and suddenly halfway to fifty; when life gets a little more busy, perhaps with a few kids running around, and god forbid—my breath smelling like whisky.
then i’d turn sixty, hopefully still as witty and my tongue just as filthy.
and perhaps by then, i’d gladly sell my kidney, because it’s no biggie, really, if it means god takes pity and returns me back to my fifties, forties, thirties, twenties, teen-ties.
Dreams of fir trees Candy canes Dancing Christmas lights Gingerbread houses Mistletoe And presents wrapped tight Santa Claus with his sleigh and reindeer Each merry day that passes brings Christmas more near